Lauren Rosenbaum || D5 || DONE

Lauren Rosenbaum || D5 || DONE Apr 19, 2014 14:42:18 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by kendall on Apr 19, 2014 14:42:18 GMT -5

LAUREN FAITH ROSENBAUM

what are those sounds?

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Fourteen

BORN 17 SEPTEMBER

FEMALE

STUDENT

HETEROSEXUAL

DISTRICT FIVE

oDair

APPLICATION

If I could wish for one thing in the world it would be to fit in. Be able to make friends with people my age, or anyone besides a stray cat. I am convinced the only reason that cat is my friend is because I give it food. Maybe I should start giving kids food so they will talk to me. But I realize they would run away and say I spit it or something. But I know I didn't, or maybe I did. How would I know? Maybe I did with accident. But at least I try to be nice. There are girls that go to my school that are mean and have friends. I know it's only because they have nice clothes and fresh bread for lunch. Not everyone is that lucky. You don't have to treat people like that. Why would you want a mean friend? They tell me that no one wants to hang around someone with hand-me-down clothes, crazy curly strawberry hair and someone who can read minds.

Many people don’t believe me when I say that. Actually, I have only told one person in my whole life. It started when I was young. Not when I was a baby, years after that. Maybe when I was 9 years old. I was swinging outside with my sister and my friends I heard them. Except they weren’t speaking. I could heard their voices whispering to me in my mind. Echoing and taunting me with the thoughts. I feared the voices. I tried to run away from them but I can’t control the thoughts. Picking when and when I can’t hear them aren’t an option because I don’t know how to flick the switch. They never stopped, poking at my brain.Maybe it would all get better, know I know it’s not true.

Hearing voices was never a good thing. My sister always talked about fairytales and people who could control the thoughts of others and objects with just their mind. She said that sometimes these people could tell the future. Two weeks after thoughts began to fill my head when I was around people, something else happened to me. One day I work but in the middle of the night, panting like a dog. My vision began going fuzzy and dimlit. I squinted to try to clear my vision, focusing on the vase with dandelions that I picked earlier that day. The yellow fuzz began to slowly rise, higher and higher until it reached the ceiling, the petals pressed against the walls. Gasping I lose my focus and the flower instantly began to shriving up and die. Panicked and awestruck I tried to focus on them again. To my awe they slowly reversed the pattern of death and made their way back to the dresser.

Megan always knew everything about fairytales. She was so smart, always getting high grades in school. It was as though she always knew the answer while I sat on the sidelines too uninterested in whatever type of sport she was engaging in. The first thing I did was jump of of bed and touch the flowers, just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. But I wasn’t, I was awake. This wasn’t a magic trick, it was real and right in front of me. Megan’s room is brightly colored with things she finds on our outside adventures. It contrasts against the white walls and it’ glows in the dark. Her body is covered in blankets but I can’t help but drag them off of her. I had to know. She was angry with me at first but I began to explain everything that happens to me, the voices the object moving. The ends of her lips curled in the smile and she grabbed drawing she drew from her bedside table. Looking over her shoulder she pointed to pictures of people doing magic. “Don’t you realize, Laur? You’re magical!”

To her it was a great thing, but it wasn’t to me. I wanted to feel how she felt but I wasn’t excited. I was scared. People would cast me out, that’s what happened to the boy at school who can’t hear, no one talks to him because he is different. I don’t want to be different, I want to be normal. Megan told me that had to learn to control my powers and said I could be the great hero in the stories. Megan is a dreamer, she doesn’t understand that it isn’t so great. These thoughts, voices want to hurt me sometimes and I have to use all my willpower to get them out of my head. How would people treat me if they found out I was a witch? Shun me? Torture me? Burn me?

With a handshake and a interlock of pinkies, I made Megan promise to keep my secret of being what she called a 'telepath'. But I knew Megan couldn't keep it hidden forever. But before something leaked about our little secret i researched as much as i could with the limited amount of knowledge I had available and as my powers got stronger, more question needed to solved. So I was never surprised when a week or so later my mother started to avoid me a little bit. Mother has always been ancy for supernatural things. It causes her to be a little in the edge. The moment something is unexplainable she jumps straight to 'it's a ghost' and crazy things like that, or not so crazy after all. Assuming I was a telepathic.

Slowly but surely I felt her slipping away and Meg's guilt. The voices were stronger then ever around my mother who happened to be very opinionated. Her voice in my head telling me I was dangerous. I was a freak. Someone who shouldn't be loved. It made my face white with fear. At the dinner table when the family sits down for our rare family meals, the voices are as loud as ever. Megan's constant thoughts of guilt. Mothers thoughts on how I was a unfit child and fathers confused thoughts on how to talk it all in.

And I remember the night where the table was so quit, thoughts overcoming my mind and the faces drained of color, that I couldn't take it anymore. My voice shaked as I called my moms name and told her that I can read her mind. Meg's look of horror was so unforgettable it felt like it will always be on her face. Father stopped mid chop and looked up. At first they didn't believe me, saying I was crazy. Then I felt anger boiling inside me. Of course I was telling the truth, why wouldn't I? Every word they said to tell me it wasn't true felt like it was bubbling through my veins as I yelled louder and louder until it felt it was all unraveling.

"No child of mind is a freak." Mothers cold tone and shove was all I heard and is all I get now. Father, who I rarely see doesn't talk to me and Meg, well mother told her not to talk to me. I know they all believe me, they remind me every day of how I am a disgrace and I couldn't tell anyone in order to keep the mask for the normal Rosenbaum family tied on.

But I am a freak, I know it. I can read minds and predict the future.

Family

Mother:

Name: Linda Renée
Age: 35
District: 5
Occupation: Homemaker
Feelings Towards: negative

Father:

Name: John Robert
District: 5
Age: 36
Occupation: Oil Refinery Floor Master
Feelings Towards: negative

Sibling:

Name: Meghan 'Meg' Nicole
District: 5
Age: 15
Occupation: Student
Feelings Towards: negative

Member Information

Hi, my name is Kendall and I've blown out 16 candles so far! I've been role playing for a long long time. Just so we are clear, she has schisophrenia which causes her to think she is hearing 'thoughts' and her hallucinations and all. Just letting you know! And just so you know, this application is COMPLETE

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